Jason managed to keep up with the two vampires.
Not because he was fast—he wasn't. His legs were lead. His lungs were fire. Every step felt like wading through mud. But the adrenaline in his system had spiked, flooding his veins with something that wasn't quite strength and wasn't quite courage. It was survival. Pure, primal, desperate survival.
The sisters moved ahead of him, their pale forms barely visible in the darkness. They didn't slow down for him. Didn't look back. They had one goal: find their brother.
Jason considered retreating. Turning around. Running back toward the exit. But even he knew that he wouldn't be able to make it. The cave was crumbling at a rapid pace—faster now, more violent. Huge chunks of stone were falling from the ceiling, crashing to the ground behind him, sealing off the path he had just traveled.
There was no going back.
He could only go forward.
Please let there be an exit somewhere else, Jason thought. Please let there be another way out.
